2013/04/04

Meanwhile the Hero, Red with the Monk's Untoward Behavior, Leaps Overboard to Reclaim the Anchor, Moving Deliberately Downward Through the Air Through What We Have Come to Call Swimming



We're afraid to call it love, let's call it swimming. Also too, Fuck It: The Recapitulation. Out of sight, out of mind. The future of surveillanceWhy Wall Street always winsHow Capitalism conquered the internet. The internet, Capitalism, and the StateSupporting death squadsMotherfucking Democrats. So, this is the week of the Hillary POTUS16 Balloons, gah? Year of the BroodMy future hellAnthony's litlinksSilliman's litlinksLisa RobertsonWilliam Gass interviewLisa RobertsonWilliam Gass interviewAdler, for those of you who do. Blanchot, for those of you who do. Gaddis, for those of you who do. Gaddis, for those of you who do. Why I'm not a nature poet. I can't cut and paste in blooger and the Donnelly poem is too long to type, so jpgs. Music nobody listens to.  Pimp your blog. Woke up with The Softies in my head: